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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Some kind of dinosaur

So, last night i saw the doco Metallica: Some Kind of Monster, and a whole bunch of sad thoughts jumped to mind:
1. how can men in their mid 40s still write lyrics as if they are 16?!?
Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
Don't want no crutch
But it's all too much

or:

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle
I've worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I've made
Treading water full of worry
This frantic tick tick talk of hurry

2. how can men who were one of the greatest metal bands ever (ok, so i didn't like them, but 90 million records sold means someone likes them) allow themselves to be shown in this sad old age ozzyesque fashion. At least Ozzy admits to be taking the piss out of himself

3. why on earth did dave mustaine agree to be on the film, appearing as a metallic wet blanket. peace sells, but he's crying

4. when lars sells his painting for 5 million dollars does he give some of that back to that artist or is he profitting from other people's creativity, and then he tries to ban napster!

5. and i guess most importantly, how do i get a job as a counsellor for a washed up metal band, and get paid $40,000 a month! metallica appeared to resent having a psychologist make lyrical recommendations, but i reckon that's just because they haven't heard my lyrical ideas:
e.g.

life is hard,
i'm a big metallic cry baby
feel my pain, and sit in a dark room
the monsters are calling, but i just scream
death, destruction, devestation, doom - nyah
(nyah = my attempt at spelling that noise james hetfield makes at the end of every line)